Chapter 14
Coming to Terms
...A Night Out at the Opera
The Phantom of the Opera might have been a clichéd choice, but KDJY/Channel 7 would be
presenting a check for $75,000 thousand to the Susan D. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation.
It allowed Walter and Audrey a chance to get out of the house, to put on their finery and to try their
collective bests to put the families circumstances on hold.
Cameron DePalma smiled as he looked down into his hazelnut coffee. He was sitting in his bedroom
while his children were their locked rooms. A light drizzle was hitting the windows as he picked up
his Cross fountain pen and started writing.
The sin,he wrote in his paper journal, was all around them.
As the Lord I have to protect my flock.
I've binded their eyes, ears, and mouths to prevent the sin from entering.
They are tied to their beds. I nourish them the minimum they need to survive on this Earthly
existence.
It is done for their protection.
Who is going to protect them if not for their Lord and Savior?
The sinful parents who go out to the opera?
I take care of them.
These are desperate times that we live in.
Something must be done.
I have to save the children.
Those who don't worship me will perish.
Their souls will burn in Hell for all of eternity. Amen.
I am love.
I am light.
Lord Jesus Cameron DePalma.
Cameron stopped writing in his journal. The words were about to stop. It was time to go beyond
the test subjects.
He took the keys out of his pocket and decided to go to Firefly's room.
After all it was his son's doing.
"Why do you constantly sin, my child? Have I not showed you a world of peace and love?"
He said over his young shaking body. The crackling was due to start in a minute. The boy licked his
lips over the need to satisfy the basic life need of thirst.
"You expect water," he put his hands tightly on his shoulders, "Things don't happen because you
expect them. Things happen because you deserve them. Do you love me, son? Do you?"
Firefly with an extremely shaky hand joined the self-described Messiah's.
"y-ye," his mouth was starting to open and the hearing was returning, "yy-ye-ss."
Cameron undid the restraints.
"You are going to come with me my sinning child."
"l-lo—v-e—e l-r-d—ca-mm-er-o-n-n."
The man who took innocence away was content to let the young vulnerable man fall out of the bed
and onto his knees.
"When you are sinning the flesh is weak. Follow me my son; we have a task to do. If you cannot
walk it is because you have not been forgiven and you must crawl behind your master.
Do you understand?"
"y---ye-s..., l-ord c-cam-eron."
"We have much to accomplish tonight if you want to be pure."
Tonight was going to be a night of surprises he thought as he walked in confident strides not paying
attention to Firefly behind him who was able to find a green Tic Tac on the floor and put it in his
mouth without the counterfeit Lord noticing what he had done.
Walter Nichols was starting to worry as the intermission period was almost over and Audrey still
hadn't returned from the ladies room.
He was waiting for her outside the door. He had asked his wife if she wanted to leave when they got
up to use the restrooms.
The news station photo-ops with the big display check had already taken place so the couples were
free to go for the evening. Walter even had Mr. Galloway's blessing and he didn't even have to
make the request.
"MAKE IT STOP!" Audrey screamed loud enough in the bathroom for Walter to hear her voice.
Before he could race in there and tend to his wife, the lavish cream colored door with circular
scrollwork swung open and a woman wearing a bright pink chiffon gown and a petite decorative
tiara came out looking for Walter.
"Walter! Audrey needs you!"
Walter rushed in the ladies room and the barriers of he/she courtesy was forgotten. Her cell phone
was on the floor.
"Audrey! I'm here, baby."
"WALTER! MAKE IT STOP!" She cried into his
shoulder.
He picked up the slender chrome colored phone and could hear a faint voice. He put the phone to
his ear.
It was an endless loop of a b—no, it was Drake talking.
It was their son talking!
mommy. mommy?
is anybody there?
why won't you answer me mommy?
mommy.
lord cameron is love.
lord cameron is light.
he takes good care of me.
mommy, how come you rejected me into the darkness?
you don't care, mommy.
lord cameron cares.
he is my savior.
lord cameron says sinners go to hell.
you are doomed to go into the eternal flames if you don't repent, mommy.
why don't you love me, mommy?
goodbye mommy.
goodbye.
Walter hung up the phone before the repeated recording played again.
Cameron DePalma was beyond a sick, psychopath, if the devil could come in human form there was
no doubt that this bastard fit the bill.
All of the women in their fancy gowns watched the scene of Walter hugging his wife.
"Could we please have some privacy?"
Walter didn't care if he broke the friendly television face persona they were just starting to come to
terms over the fact that their son was missing and in a cult and that they may never see him again
and then that psycho Cameron DePalma had to play mindgames on them like that?
Walter had two wishes that he hoped someday he could make a reality. One, to bring their son back
to the family where he belonged and two, to strangle the life out of that bastard Cameron
who ruined his family unit.
It was five o'clock in the morning when Cameron added some pretty new colors into the "vitamin"
cups.
His children were going to fulfill the prophecies he taught them.
The first two were mere experiments and the second one was quite the beautiful accident in his
mind.
In thirty days the mission would be complete and the whole world would know about Cameron
DePalma and his wicked and twisted plans to cast away some sinning souls for the unknown
reasoning to save the children that like his delusions of grandeur that only existed in his dangerous
mind that all who refuse to worship the Messiah shall perish.